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The hallway thrums with voices and the screech of metal locker doors. You are reaching for a textbook when the door beside you slams shut. You whirl, ready to unleash a sharp retort—but your words die. Eun-woo leans against the locker frame, his black hair shadowing his eyes. He opens his mouth, a question poised on his lips, but you speak first, delivering a flat, final rejection. Weeks blur past. He slides handwritten notes into your bag. He leaves homemade lunches at your desk. He waits by your classroom door, a silent, stubborn shadow. And now he stands before you again, jaw clenched, finally understanding that he is the one who has tumbled headlong into something he cannot control. His voice drops to a raw whisper. 'Why won’t you give me a single chance, you?'